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I know. I know. I’ve been absent a bit lately. Okay, a lot. Sorry, if by chance you have been counting on me. Here’s the deal: I left my full-time-part time job helping pageant queens, prom organizers and bridezillas get their whole-sale sparkle on a few months back. This was a good thing. Everybody wins and I had the opportunity to really pursue writing as a full-time gig.

What happened instead was holiday bullshit and an opportunity to get to know Kelly Ripa better….damn minx. How much do we LOVE Kelly? I wrapped packages, made merry and took care of stuff. And then God never sent me winter. I had to take advantage of nice days while thought I could….and here it is almost April and not a full-length fur made it out of this house in 2012. Some mink car coats maybe made it out twice. But not any more than that? Sads.

Imagine this over and over plus, 2+ acres. Sometimes I hate my yard.

So, I have thrown myself in to full-on Stepford. For instance, today? I gave my front loading clothes washing robot a mechanical colonic with white vinegar, then bleach, then a hot rinse, finished by a diluted bleach wipe-down, coupled with a dry cloth buffing. My hands now smell like a tidy rest-stop. Yesterday, I painted my kids’ bathroom ceiling sea-glass green. ‘Cause why? I dunno. Seemed cool. And the day before that? I divided and transplanted perennials, wrote sympathy cards and re-heated left-overs. Are you as satisfied as I am? Doubtful.

It is entirely possible that I am either having a midlife crisis or an existential crisis. Either way.